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Worlde Arcane: Wizard Correspondence

Across wisps of reality and through obscure conduits,
the Wizards communicate with each other,
while remaining safe in their magickally protected lairs.

ONLY WIZARDS MAY POST HERE

By Holtar Sjiimo (Sjiimo)

Thursday, March 30, 2006 - 6:52 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To the esteemed and capable Daemonologist.
Via aetherial carrier-squid.
Greetings from Holtar Sjiimo in Daelows, yer servant sir and health upon yew.
~
Yew must cease immediately yer actions against the Nine. On previous occasions I have attempted to detail to yew the myriad explanations of why and how yer agenda(s) conflict(s) with the greater interests of all persons with the Worlde Arcane. Are these reasons to yew illogical? Would yew care, within a point-by-point dialectic, to pursue the threads of reason and analysis that lead to but a single conclusion? namely, that I am entirely and six hundred percent correct, and that yew -- in yer failure either (firstly) to think with anything that even resembles clarity, and-or (also) to give even fundamental consideration to other personages in the Worlde (namely me but also others whose names I shall attach by proxy inscription) -- display, in short if I may so summarize, wanton sociopathy and bald-faced stingy selfishness. I beg yew, sir, and appeal to yer higher intellect (if stashed, forgotten, and dusty in some cupboard of yer residence it can be found), to lay by yer efforts, halt all agression and even commerce or congress, and become still and calm. I fear that I can say nothing further without devolving to uncivilized threat, a depth to which I decline to plunge even when so affronted and tasked by antics as abominable, amiss, and atrocious as yer own.
~
With utmost regard,
H.S.Esq. ; S.I.G.M.

By The (Daemonologist)

Friday, March 31, 2006 - 2:23 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To the honorable and precocious Holtar Sjiimo, Sar.
Via the return of yer aetherial carrier-squid.
Salutations from the Daemonologist.
~
I return to yew the same answer I produced on the last occasion of our correspondence - for a Gnome and a Sar yew are quite thoroughly a coward. Yew fear for yer life when the only small danger involved in the greater scope of my endeavors is solely and completely my own. Further, yew insult my competence with yer implications that I am not fully capable of the Council of Nine's utter destruction, and that yew think such a result could be anything but beneficial for the entirety of Grand Creation is entirely mystifying to me. I shall take any further correspondence on this matter to be the very uncivilized threat that yew have so politely refrained to make manifest in yer previous messages.
~
In all sincerity,
The Daemonologist.

By Raxlon El'Sornad (Raxlon)

Tuesday, April 4, 2006 - 4:51 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To Thaeto Sargassum, Lord of Sunless Deep
A word of advice, oh venerated wizard

I have ignored yer tinkering with the elements for a long time, oh respectable wizard. I have watched as yer, and forgive me for saying that - foolish - experimentations have led to interference after interference with things I rather not discuss, simply because I do not want to delve too deeply into matters yew cannot understand. In the past, yew have chosen not to listen to my well-phrased requests, so I decided this time to deliver an advice instead:
I know what yew are trying to achieve, oh esteemed wizard, and yew are wasting yer time. In doing so, yew are wasting my time as well. I cannot allow this. Hopefully, yew understand.

Wishing yew long and watery life,
Raxlon El'Sornad

By Holtar Sjiimo (Sjiimo)

Tuesday, April 4, 2006 - 5:42 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To my adamant and capable colleague in magicks, the Daemonologist.
Via hemivapor.
Greetings from Holtar Sjiimo in Daelows, with kindest regards.
~
Only an individual of the greatest spiritual strength can bring himself to admit when his policies have drifted from sensibility, to accede to irrefutable fact, at last to see the light! After careful deliberation I have come to believe that yew have no such spiritual strength. Therefore and in due dispensation of justice, I send within these vapors a painless and invisible toxin that will end finally yer sufferings and malponderances. Ingest the vapor without hesitation or demurity! I supply yew enough wafts to fill yer entire demesne; be not stingy with yer servants, factors, and otherwise hangers-on; there is enough fume for all! May yew find in the afterlife some measure of peace of the spirit ... or, should yew find no enduring consciousness after yer body has given up its labors of breath and beating heart, then may yer soul bask in the inexpressible delight of nonexistence.
~
With utmost regard,
H.S.Esq. ; S.I.G.M.

By Lunare Ves'ule, High Wizardess of the Crystalline Towers (Lunare)

Tuesday, April 4, 2006 - 6:32 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To my most venerable and highly esteemed colleague, The Watching Man.
Sent via ice sphere

It has come to my attention that yer floating iceberg has come perilously close to the boundaries of the Ice Krowne. For yer edification (yet again) I shall reiterate our earlier conversations on this matter, that being, I consider this blatant and unacceptable encroachment on my domain. Yew well know that resources within the Krowne and surrounding coastline are paltry enough for one, let alone two.

I expect yew to move yer 'residence' along forthwith. Might I offer my most sincere and well intended suggestion that yew float along in a more southerly direction where the warmer clime shall most certainly rid this worlde, once and for all, of that abomination yew call home.

In the spirit of friendship,
Lunare Ves'ule
High Wizardess of the Ice Krowne

By Thaeto Sargassum, Lord of the Sunless Deep (Thaeto)

Tuesday, April 4, 2006 - 8:44 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Delivered in the gut of a rather long eel

To the Esteemed Journeyman, Raxlon El'Sornad:

Thy advice could be most ill-timed, but like the grunion comes forth from the sea to spew itself onto the toe of the beach, it was most predictible.

How knowest thou what goes on in that great den of secrets, the dark and briny deep? I do knowest that thou hast not touched water [nor soap] for near on a century.

If thou thinkest that thy timorous maunderings will dissuade me from my task, thou are heartily mistaken. Thy own works, I observe, tinker about the edges of discoveries already made and thus I warn thee of the Great Prophecy:

...thou wilt always strike at thine enemy's heel... whilst he strikes for thine head...

Yers in Water and Darkness,

Thaeto Sargassum

PS - We will see yew on Bridge Night? I would hope that yew will be on hand to be North, of course. Perhaps Holtar will sit in at West. Yer turn to provide snacks. I will provide the Artichoke/Anchovy dip.

By The (Daemonologist)

Wednesday, April 5, 2006 - 4:02 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To the stalwart and wise Holtar Sjiimo, Sar.
Via Daemo-phantasmic courier.
Greetings from The Daemonologist.
~
Is this paltry contrivance all that the Houlum Sar Seil can muster? A toxin-vapour of such mild strength is useful only for ridding my abode of spiders and beetles, if I suffered any such filthy creatures to live within my walls. In an effort to teach yew the proper manner for delivering such a breath-poison, I have taken yer vapour and refined it to a thousand-fold potency, and in this state I return it to yew to be ingested forthwith, so that I might be rid of any further ridiculousness from a cantankerous old Gnome who knows not the first thing of Magicks nor the ways of the Worlde.
~
With deepest respect and sincere regards,
The Daemonologist.

Enclosures.

By Holtar Sjiimo (Sjiimo)

Thursday, April 6, 2006 - 7:37 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To the Daemonologist, insightful and audacious dabbler.
Via echo underneath Aetherial Gust Number Two.
Greetings from Holtar Sjiimo in Daelows, wishing yew prosperity.
~
Yer thousand-fold vapor lost in transit. Please re-send. I have an empty bottle on my spice-rack that will benefit from a mild contents.
~
Gratefully and humbly,
H.S.Esq. ; S.I.G.M.

By The Watching Man (Ticktock)

Thursday, April 6, 2006 - 9:57 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Delivered to Lunare Ves'ule via non-magickal carrier albatross, a single white business-style card. On the back, an image of a silver pocketwatch with no hands; on the front, a brief message in impeccably neat printing.

MS. VES'ULE.

AM SORRY TO HEAR OF YOUR DISPLEASURE.

HUMBLY INVITE YOU TO COME AND TRY TO MOVE TOWER YOURSELF.

MAY NOT SUCCEED IN SOLVING PROBLEM WITH TOWER BUT WILL

LIKELY SOLVE PROBLEM OF REAL-ESTATE CROWDING ON KROWNE.

SINCERELY.

T.W.M.

By The (Daemonologist)

Thursday, April 6, 2006 - 11:56 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To the astute and judicious Holtar Sjiimo, Sar
Via Fae-breath Express AetherPost
Respects from the Daemonologist.
~
Lost in transit? What a shame. Unfortunately that was the extent of my Thousand-Fold Toxic Vapor. In compensation, I have included a vial of aged, coarse ground Botharel Redthorn for yer spice-rack. It has taken on a slightly acidic aftertaste from storage next to some lemon zest, (I warned Twilis that it would, but he is an Alchemist, so his notions of flavor are somewhat skewed) but I assure yew it is of the finest quality.
~
Cordially yers,
The Daemonologist.

Post Script - To prevent further loss of packages, I have permanently ceased dealings with my previous courier service.

Enclosures.

By Lunare Ves'ule, High Wizardess of the Crystalline Towers (Lunare)

Tuesday, April 11, 2006 - 6:38 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To: the learned and enlightened TickTock, aka The Watching Man
Sent by: Arctic tern

Yer reply was as boorish as it was predictable. Please understand I've neither the time nor the inclination to do yer work for yew. Rest assured it is something I most certainly could do should I so choose, but my own work is now and always shall be my priority.

Again, I advise yew with all due respect, to move yer frozen rock to the nether regions of anywhere yew choose so long as it is not in my back yard. Had I wanted neighbors I would have taken up residence in Daelows City much as our esteemed colleague, Holtar Sjiimo has done. Why he would choose to live in that cesspool of umanity is beyond comprehension, but perhaps he might welcome yew as a kindred spirit. Shall I put in a 'good word' for yew?

With great affection I remain,

Lunar Ves'ule
High Wizardess of the Ice Krowne

p.s.
The carrier of this note has punctuated it quite nicely with several 'white splotches' of the most personal kind.

By The (Daemonologist)

Thursday, April 13, 2006 - 11:59 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To the Ever Enchanting Femina Annes,
Via Nether-contortion
From The Daemonologist:

Madam,

Yer conduct is both vastly inappropriate and morally disturbing. To molest me so, in the midst of my dream-contemplations, is an unforgivable violation of the sanctity of my home and my mind, and it shall not be tolerated. Yew disrupted a great deal of my work with yer unwanted escapade, and the loss of concentration and meditation I suffered as a result has translated into tangible setbacks in my efforts. I demand at once fitting restitution and recompense for these losses and the attempted violations yew forced upon me, without my bidding, in the least appropriate of moments. If yew do not make good yer assault, then I shall have no choice but to take proper measures to see that restitution is made in other ways.

In all sincerety,

The Daemonologist.

By Femina (Annes)

Tuesday, April 25, 2006 - 7:45 am GMT | Edit | Link |

To the Handsome but Indignant Daemonologist
Via Illustrative Sparks
From Lady Femina Annes,

Good Wizzard,

Had I known yew dislike a woman's touch I would have never bothered thee in thine sleep. I was clearly not aware that a man such as yerself could with all his knowledge avoid the purification of the soul and body through returning to a state of fine primordial living. I now find that in all yer wisedom, yew can see not the true aspects of life in its essence. I mourn thine lost of relaxation and thine lost of purity.

With sincere delight and friendship,

High Princess of Arcane Purity Lady Femina Annes

By The (Daemonologist)

Friday, April 28, 2006 - 2:40 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To the Bewitching and Beguiling Femina Annes
Via Aether-Time Conduit
Presented for yer edification, by the Daemonologist.

Milady,

With all due respect, yew are quite the trollop. Yer sense of purity is backward in every regard, condoning such bestial practices - and furthermore, forcing those practices on others, with neither request nor forwarning as precedent. Such flagrant wantonness is only outshone by yer failure to grasp the true sanctity of monogamy and matrimony, which do not end simply because one's spouse has been divested of her corporeal form. Such behavior is a reflection of yer utter lack of refinement, and an insult to all of womankind.

Deepest Regards,

The Daemonologist.

By Lord of the Ethereal Spike & Protector of the Aether (Eliach)

Saturday, July 22, 2006 - 6:57 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To ALL,
via Aethereal current

Again! AGAIN! Must I continue to remind yew of yer foolish meddling in such things that are beyond yew!? Even now as we speak I can see the remnants of yer energies and yer failed experiments floating through the aethereal space where NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING, should float, unless at my express wish! It pains me once again to report that no less than SEVENTEEN bodies fell through to our plane in the last month. That is not good, nor normal - already I have had to take time from my work to remove FOUR treelocks from Aniada! Not to mention the three Qualags let loose in ElHazir!

Not only is it personally insulting to me that yew should be using what is rightfully mine (our Arcane aether 'twas given to me those who rule it, fools!), yew are polluting it with yer childish bickering and yer constant searching for something bigger than yer measly selves!

And as well: those who command me are growing restless in their eternal resting places. Already they grow angered at yew my Daemonologist friend. If yew continue punching holes in places where no holes should be (and that goes for yew too Holtar, yew old fool!) someone will punch a VERY big hole in YEW.

Lunara. A power-mad hag such as yew should know better than to think yew can beguile me with looks. I am long past such trivial matters. My Hound is still hungry for some Elvish sorceror and if yew are not careful I'll send him out to find his own lunch!

Fools all of yew! My Spike has many doors, be careful that none of yew are pushed through one!

Yers,

The Lord of the Spike.

By Greater Minion (Aktimakt)

Sunday, July 23, 2006 - 1:35 am GMT | Edit | Link |

To the Great Daemonologist, Demon-Friend
via Shadow Drift-patch
From Greater Minion Aktimakt

Greetings.

My thanks for the gift of the goblin-servant. I accept yer appreciation of my rescuing yer Wyst from the agents of the Femina Annes. She feuds with yew?

I do confess, the shortness of yer visit was somewhat disappointing. Next time yew must allow me to be a better host.

I look forward to yer reply and our lasting friendship. Let us share the hearts of our enemies.

Sincerely,

~Aktimakt, Greater Minion

By Lunare Ves'ule, High Wizardess of the Crystalline Towers (Lunare)

Sunday, July 23, 2006 - 4:18 am GMT | Edit | Link |

To: The Venerable and Sage Lord Eliach
Via: Magnetic currents of the Aurora Borealis

Old Man;

It was with no small surprise I received yer latest natterings. Due to yer advanced years and obvious senility, I was certain yew had long ago departed this plane of existence and gone on to yer 'just rewards'.

Because I am feeling charitable today, I shall overlook yer childish remarks, though it is perfectly understandable that one as shriveled as yerself would have no interest in beauty.

(I do have a small vial of tiny purple pills that might help yew with yer small problem, assuming, that is, all yer parts are still attached to yer wizened body.)

As for yer hound. Oh, do send him for lunch! I think he would be quite delectable with a dash of ginger and a fine Elven wine.

Yer most humble and devoted friend,

Lunare Ves'ule
High Wizardess of the Ice Krowne

By Greater Minion (Aktimakt)

Tuesday, July 25, 2006 - 8:27 am GMT | Edit | Link |

To the Incomparable Lunare Ves'ule
Via Slip-sliding Shadow

My dear freind, I must admit to a great curiosity:

quote:
Lunara. A power-mad hag such as yew should know better than to think yew can beguile me with looks.

Is the Old Fool at last senile, or does he miss-spell yer name on purpose?

I hope my message finds yew in a perfect health, and beautiful as ever. Please do consider a visit, I'm quite bored here in Terajin. And of course... things can be discussed face-to-face, away from aether-prying minds.

Yer Faithful Freind,

~Aktimakt

By The (Daemonologist)

Tuesday, July 25, 2006 - 10:46 am GMT | Edit | Link |

To the Esteemed Eliach, Lord of the Spike.
Via Echowhisper.

Regards from the Daemonologist.

Orcling, you are a contemptuous lackey and a pathetic nonentity, and you have less right to breathe than a deformed Septifex-Maggot. To sit in that overtall hovel of yours and peer through doorways, as if you had any choice at all in what they showed, reveals both cowardice and self-aggrandizement in equal measure, and to sell your services to Cross-Aetherial tyrants is revoltingly mercenary.

Because I pity you your pathetic nature, I shall offer this advice: speak not with contempt to those who possess the power to silence you - or you shall be most thoroughly silenced.

In humble sincerety,

The Daemonologist.

By Lord of the Ethereal Spike & Protector of the Aether (Eliach)

Tuesday, July 25, 2006 - 10:57 am GMT | Edit | Link |

To Lunare Ves'ule & Altimakt:
(via drax-beast)

I care not a jot for yer names. Do yew care for the names of the beetle yew crush beneath yer foot? Laugh all yew wish, ignore me all yew wish. But know this: Continue to oppose me, or my associates above us, and yew will meet a grim end.

I do not play games here.

Eliach, Lord of the Spike

By The (Daemonologist)

Tuesday, July 25, 2006 - 10:58 am GMT | Edit | Link |

To the most awe-inspiring Minion, Aktimakt.
Via Darkbreath Wormhole.

Salutations from the Daemonologist.

Perhaps I was overhasty in my visit - but I did have business from which I could not be distracted.

For the rescue of Twilis, yew have my thanks, in spirit at least - for though yer intentions may have been good, Twilis needed no such help from yew, and yer unnecessary rescue has greatly delayed him from his work. I will thank yew to leave my agents to their own devices in the future, so that further delays might be avoided.

As for Haskh-Ahlak; I doubt he would like to be thought of as a gift. Please be discreet in yer treatment of him while he is in yer care - else, he might take offense, and I would be forced to appease his slighted honor.

And, lastly, to the matter of friendship - the offer is appreciated, but I think yew might have forgotten the disagreements I had with yer late master. Should he ever be reestablished, I doubt he would be pleased to discover that one of his own had been fraternizing with one who stood against him, so for yer own sake I must respectfully decline.

Yers,

The Daemonologist.

By Lord of the Ethereal Spike & Protector of the Aether (Eliach)

Tuesday, July 25, 2006 - 11:09 am GMT | Edit | Link |

To my Quasit-training friend the Daemonologist,

I hope this message reached yew safely: the small korikka I used is not the most sensible of beasts and certainly not much use other than a simple messenger. I found him floating around on an elemental plane.

As is yer hobby, perhaps yew might train him? Perhaps he can juggle for yew. I generally have no use for creatures such as these, they are quite beneath me. Yew however I'm sure can find a decent home for the poor little thing.

In response to the unpleasant drone yew recently sent: silence! Grandstanding and frantic denial will not work. Nor do they suit yew. I was sure there was some grace and class in that shell of yers somewhere. alas I was in the wrong. for probably the first and only time. So silence fool and go back to yer zoo.

May the little korikka keep yew warm and comfortable at night, diddums.

Yers,

The Lord of the Spike

PS. Night, night. Don't let the bedbugs bite.

By Anonymous

Tuesday, July 25, 2006 - 11:35 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Message lost in transit.

By Holtar Sjiimo (Sjiimo)

Saturday, October 21, 2006 - 3:17 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To Luko Thryeiieymm, Sorcerer.
Via half-triple reverberation.
Greetings from Holtar Sjiimo in Daelows.
~
I must bring a visitor to yew. Is the Hallway yet active?
~
With utmost regard,
H.S.Esq. ; S.I.G.M.

By Upstart Initiate (Pell)

Saturday, October 21, 2006 - 4:42 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(via Crystal Whisperer)

... To Proctor Magus Dorthindor,
... The Wizard Academy,
... Good fortune to yew.

In persuing my catchtraps in the former residence of Luko Thryeiieymm (yew remember him: one of those annoying Gnomes of the Itinerant Society who dared reside here in Trinsic) I intercepted this message only moments ago:
To Luko Thryeiieymm, Sorcerer. Via half-triple reverberation. Greetings from Holtar Sjiimo in Daelows. I must bring a visitor to yew. Is the Hallway yet active? With utmost regard, H.S.Esq. ; S.I.G.M.

I assume three things: Sjiimo (the most annoying of all the Society Gnomes) has a secret entrance into the city, an explicit violation of Mistress High Wizard Alaric's edict against him; Luko despite his claims to yew remains (would remain, if he were still alive) active with the Society; Sjiimo will enter the city with a companion (captive? ally? other?) expecting to meet Luko, probably at Luko's (now-empty, and rigged by me) residence in the Wizard's Quarter just northeast of the South Tower.

I believe the interception of this message fully mitigates whatever strictures yew have tried to place on my activities in the past. I cannot apologize for violating the residence of Luko Thryeiieymm, as I believe that the ends I have already achieved fully justify whatever means I have used. In fact, on the strength of this intelligence, I intend to reassert my application for graduation from the Academy, based upon my body of work to date, and to enter the probationary period of tutelage.

Meanwhile barring explicit and practical instructions to the contrary I intend to find the "Hallway" secret passage and divert it to a safe-holding area where Sjiimo and his associate may be safely received and dealt with as the Gilde sees most fitting.

Yers in magick and the study and use thereof,
... Pell,
... Wizards Academy Initiate,
... awaiting approval of graduation.

By Headmaster of the Wizards' Gilde Academy, Retired High Wizard (Dorthindor)

Monday, October 23, 2006 - 9:10 am GMT | Edit | Link |

By way of Audial-cicumlocution,
To Initiate Pell

Yew have proven to me yet again, Initiate, that youth and audacity are indeed inseperable - much to my chagrin.

I must strongly reassert my prior sanction against these actions of yers, and I implore and command yew to desist mucking about in the residence of the late Thryeiieymm - especially now, upon hearing the news that Sjiimo is attempting to re-enter Trinsic. It is true that yer skills with Magick show great promise, but even I would consider alternatives before matching my prowess against Holtar's; the Houlum Sar Siel are all quite thoroughly mad.

I have long fretted over yer brashness - though tenacity is a fine feature for a Wizard, yew show far more than can be properly regulated by prudence. Once I feared it would lead yew to stray from the Gilde, and become Expatriate - but now, attempting to match wits with Sjiimo, it is yer very life that yew place in danger.

Do nothing more! I shall relay yer intelligence to Alaric, and request that she dispatch a Master to Thryeiieymm's residence forwith. Again, do nothing! For once in yer career, show a modicum of restraint.

Urgently,

Dorthindor, Proctor Magus
Headmaster of the Gilde Academy.

By Anonymous

Tuesday, October 24, 2006 - 6:29 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Hello? This is stupid. What alphabet is that word written in ... Wait. Alright. Wait. Alright. Hello? Hello, sir, Proctor Dorthindor, greetings sir, this is Carlus Forwalder IV, sir ... um, Pell's roomate? Oh I guess yew would know that, or would yew? I don't suppose yew could know everything. Or could yew? Hello? This is the stupidest scroll I've ever seen. Hello? Anyway sir, the situation is, sir, that, um, well sir, Pell has not been in the dormitory for a few days, sir, and um, well, he sort of asked me to answer any messages he gets here, and well sir it seems yew would want to know he's not here. Oh but I suppose yew would already know that, being the Headmaster. Or would yew? Well sir at any rate I thought I should report it. Last thing I heard was, I passed him on the road near the Merchant Quarter, and he had some lumber and he was marching toward the North Tower and his words were, I mean not that he actually spoke to me directly, sir, he was sort of talking to himself I guess, but anyway his words were, "We'll see who beholds what!" and well sir yew know that look he gets in his eye sometimes. Or do yew? Anyway, sir, he's not here, and that's about all I can report, although it sure as shootin'-stars appears he's managed to get into more trouble than he bargained for, but that's the Pell we all know and love! Except I don't suppose yew particularly love him that much. Or do yew? Anyway, well, that's about it. Thank yew sir! How does this message spell close? It doesn't even say. Wait. Oh I think--

By Lord of the Ethereal Spike & Protector of the Aether (Eliach)

Thursday, March 29, 2007 - 4:55 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To all, via AetherPigeons (just like real pigeons, except they are beyond the understanding of mere mortals, idiots!)

Idiots, IDIOTS, IDIOTS, IDIOTS!

Thanks to our Gnomish friend's little argument with the Trinsic Gilde, and his altercation with an UPSTART yew may have noticed some problems with the Aether. I'm not even sure these dam'nable messengers will get to everyone - just know that there are now several cracks appearing in places where they shouldn't! I've been trying to contain these by closing them where they appear and it seems for the most part I am succeeding although I cannot close them all.

If one of these voidholes opens up above yew, or around, or under yew then pray for mercy, because yew will be sucked in and meet a very sticky end!

I have been warning yew all for some time now about the dangers of using the aether without both proper understanding of it and without due permission from the relevant authorities, well let it be known that ignoring my friendly advice has led to catastrophic consequences! If a Treelock or even worse a Catterick lands on yer front doorstep from somewhere yew have only yerselves to blame!!

Yers disgruntled (and worried about the fate of the multiverse as we know it, yew fools!)

Eliach, Lord of the Ethereal Spike, and Protector of the Aether

By The (Daemonologist)

Thursday, March 29, 2007 - 5:43 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To Eliach,

Via the return of his AetherPigeon:

"Away, pigeon! I am busy."

Sincerely,

The Daemonologist

By Greater Minion (Aktimakt)

Friday, March 30, 2007 - 5:47 am GMT | Edit | Link |

To Eliach, Lord of the Ethereal Spike, and Protector of the Aether

Via the return of his AetherPigeon:

Great job, my freind.
Let me know if yew need any help.

Sincerely,
Yer Freind,

~Aktimakt

By Holtar Sjiimo (Sjiimo)

Saturday, May 5, 2007 - 7:09 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To: Master Simms et cie, Trinsic
via Spirit Pigeon

Dearest Masters, health to yew:

Yew are all utter premier-class fools and blunderers, which is the worst sort of busy-nosed interloper, and if soon Worlde Arcane itself not to mention our entire Universe and the Universes of other planes of existence are all to come unravelled into the horror known as entropic non-being, then the sole remaining pity shall be that no judge or arbiter should survive to point the finger at the guilty parties: YEW.

The various members of the Houlum Sar Seil, known in yer crude Uman tongue as the Society of Itinerant Gnomish Magickers, have begged pleaded, demanded, striven, and prayed for yew to desist from yer interferences in our complex studies and work-pursuits. Among the loudest voice in this cry for sanity was that of my dear colleague, Luko Thryeiieymm, Sorcerer, for some unbeknownst reason a resident in yer city, this perhaps being the cause of so much of yer high-handed nonsense being directed directly upon his head. Now I learn via complex cerebral deduction that Luko (whencever he has gone) has made an astonishing discovery and breakthrough. And yet, what is yer communal civic reward for his brilliance? Yew have proclaimed him dead in absentia and destroyed his Trinsic residence. Bravo, Masters!

I, too, have suffered cruelly and unduly at yer hand in this affair. Only now have I procured a place to sit and write to yew this kind note, to inform yew that if the eyes of the Gods turn upon yew in anything resembling justice, yew shall surely become no more than foul odors, and those brief, for a quick and clean divine wind should certainly follow.

Meanwhile, despite yew all, despite yer hindrances and irritations, I shall continue my efforts to save the Multiverses.

Yer kindly servant, and with great affection,

Esq. H.S., en nautick

By High Wizardess of the Wizards' Gilde (Alaric)

Monday, May 7, 2007 - 2:56 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To Sjiimo,
via Whisperbolt.

A pox upon yew, Sir.

Yew succeed in fooling only yerself. The Trinsic Gilde, being charged with the safekeeping of numerous souls, freedoms and livelyhoods, would far rather see this worlde delivered into the darkness of Void than to see the Superweave fall into the hands of madmen and terrorists of yer calibre.

Should the Houlum Sar Seil ever gain control of such powers, we have no doubt that the entirety of the Multiverses would be delivered into a darkness far greater than that which was visited upon this worlde in the days of the Underlord.

The Wizards of Trinsic stand always against yew.

Alaric, High Wizardess of the Trinsic Wizards' Gilde.

By Embodied Tome, Inscribed Flesh (Maeazebel)

Tuesday, May 8, 2007 - 9:17 am GMT | Edit | Link |

To: Eliach, Lord of the Etheral Spike.

via Returning Dreams of Yester.

Dear, dear Eliach...

When shall yew
grasp
the Aether
is fluidity like
Time
it denies being
contained it
denies
being
controlled it
will
leak whatever
yer futile pitiful attempts will
be

Maeazebel.

By Holtar Sjiimo (Sjiimo)

Friday, May 25, 2007 - 2:57 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The gracious Alaric,
noble and capable Mistress
of the Trinsic Mage Gang,

via negative echo.

May Arkhamos blow yew off the dining table of life like so much spillt pepper.

Yer servant always,
H.S.Esq

By High Wizardess of the Wizards' Gilde (Alaric)

Friday, May 25, 2007 - 3:26 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To Sjiimo,
Honorable Sar,

Via Ethereal Multi-gong,

And may yer good fortune be blasted into particulates when Peter sneezes at the pepper in the air.

Humbly,

Alaric, High Wizardess of the Trinsic Wizards' Gilde.

By Holtar Sjiimo (Sjiimo)

Friday, May 25, 2007 - 5:07 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The gracious Alaric,
in Trinsic, with her upstarts,

via reverberation.

Cease yer clamorous gonging, and all pratter about mucus. Yew disrupt my concentration upon matters of importance beyond yer ken.

Yer reluctant servant,
H.S.Esq

By High Wizardess of the Wizards' Gilde (Alaric)

Friday, May 25, 2007 - 11:01 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To Sjiimo,
Pestering busybody,

Via Weave-ripple bellchime.

Sar,

GONG!

Stop

GONG!

sending

GONG!

these

GONG!

pointless

GONG!

messages!

GONG!
GONG!
GONG!
GONG!
GONG!

Sincere thanks,

Alaric, High Wizardess of the Trinsic Wizards' Gilde.

By Lord of the Ethereal Spike & Protector of the Aether (Eliach)

Saturday, May 26, 2007 - 4:00 am GMT | Edit | Link |

To: Maeazebel

via Portal 417 Guardian 3

What in the seven hells of Arracay are yew blathering about woman? Away and fiddle with yer clocks!

Eliach, bemused by the idiocy of others

By Embodied Tome, Inscribed Flesh (Maeazebel)

Saturday, May 26, 2007 - 10:45 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To: Eliach, Lord of the Etheral Spike.

via the Fogs of Memory.

Orc.

I
am not a
woman.
I
do not
blather.
Delve deep and hide delve deep for
there
will be reper
cussions.

Maeazebel.

By Embodied Tome, Inscribed Flesh (Maeazebel)

Sunday, August 5, 2007 - 1:17 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To: Aktimakt, Elusive Minion of the Depths.

via the Great Sandclock's Whirlpool.

Words urge their
way
to be ex
changed between
us
will yew meet
me
on neutral grounds for the
matter
is of urgency

Maeazebel

By Greater Minion (Aktimakt)

Tuesday, August 7, 2007 - 6:17 am GMT | Edit | Link |

To: Maeazebel, of The Living Flesh

Via the Dancing Ray of Moonlight

Neutral Grounds
are fit
only for Desperate
Times
I
shall come
to Yer Place
as a gesture of
Trust

~Aktimakt

By Embodied Tome, Inscribed Flesh (Maeazebel)

Tuesday, August 7, 2007 - 3:40 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To: Aktimakt, Most Noble Minion of the Dark.

Via Soaring Fiery Glyphs.

Yer Trust is most well
comed

let
the Glyphs be
yer wings they will
take
yew

there

Waiting.

By Holtar Sjiimo (Sjiimo)

Thursday, August 16, 2007 - 4:10 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The Inestimable Great Magicker, Master Yigh Yigh Erghyo,
of the Houlum Sar Seil,
in his floating manse,

via mundane sprite.

Good Sar,

Health on yew and also upon the scrumptuous Jeule.

My frantic news: recently I suffer an incommodation of subtle but profound manifestation. The magick goes awry! Wherefore this might be, I can point the finger only at the Daemonologist (may his every physical tissue become an aggravated nerve), who recently tried to poison me, and/or perhaps that gang of precocious thugs, the Trinsic Mana Manglers or whatever they call themselves, who collaborate under Alaric (may she spawn hungry [and short-lived] scions who turn upon her to consume her as a yolk). In short, something has infected my ability to work magick. The more complex is the Work, the more bizarre and frustrating is the eventual Yeild, if any.

I beg yew, come immediately to my manse and perform a complete investigation! If yew find the cause, my Seventeen-Corners Cromblast is yers, including the brass twister.

Luko might be dead. His house is wrecked; he is not to be found. Finger, again, on Trinsic (of course).

Yigh, make haste to Daelows!

Xraanut-houlumu,
H.S.Esq

---
p.s. My rangeress, Zeelin, with the blackpet, is incommunicado. I sent a smoke signal, and mockingflies, but I could not discover her.

By Anonymous

Thursday, August 16, 2007 - 8:11 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

H.S.Esq., Daelows

reflexive reply
via proto-tambric membrane.

Thank yew for yer inquiry or information. Master Yigh Yigh Erghyo is currently occupied in matters of lofty intellectualization. A personal reply might or might not be forthcoming, as the master's convenience allows & dictates. Thank yew for yer understanding.

Seneschal Sprite, Manse Erghyo.

By Greater Minion (Aktimakt)

Friday, October 12, 2007 - 5:11 am GMT | Edit | Link |

To The Daemonologist
Most Brilliant Wizard

My rain cleansed my city of traces magick and mundane. Yew'll never find it now. Still, yew may present an offer.

~Yer Faithful Friend, Aktimakt

By The (Daemonologist)

Friday, October 12, 2007 - 8:49 am GMT | Edit | Link |

To Aktimakt,
most esteemed minion
(id est, lackey)

Via Phantom LetterDust

Salutations.

I appreciate yer notice, yet I have found it already. Now the Giant is simply enjoying himself.

Regards,

The Daemonologist.

By Holtar Sjiimo (Sjiimo)

Friday, October 12, 2007 - 9:38 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Seneschal Sprite, Manse Erghyo

via special-aspect subsprite.

Seneschal Sprite! Attend closely!

Override, decline, ignore, and heed not, the command to suppress messages and issue impersonal reflexive replies. DO NOT SUPPRESS.

Expedite, prioritize, hold in great regard, and illuminate with the light of the most dire emergency, my previous missive to yer master, Yigh Yigh Erghyo.

Holtar Sjiimo
The Houlum Sar Seil
Close Confidant of Erghyo

p.s. Erghyo - I am poisoned, under some treacherous and subtle technique. I suspect the Daemonologist. My magick is failing me! ANSWER!

By Anonymous

Friday, October 12, 2007 - 9:40 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Holtar Sjiimo, Daelows

reflexive reply
via proto-tambric membrane.

Thank yew for yer inquiry or information. Master Yigh Yigh Erghyo is currently occupied in matters of lofty intellectualization. A personal reply might or might not be forthcoming, as the master's convenience allows & dictates. Thank yew for yer understanding.

Seneschal Sprite, Manse Erghyo.

By Holtar Sjiimo (Sjiimo)

Friday, October 12, 2007 - 10:40 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Seneschal Sprite, Manse Erghyo

via special-aspect subsprite.

Hkeghk.

By Anonymous

Friday, October 12, 2007 - 10:40 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

HS, Daelows

reflexive reply
via proto-tambric membrane.

Thank yew for yer inquiry or information. Master Yigh Yigh Erghyo is currently occupied in matters of lofty intellectualization. A personal reply might or might not be forthcoming, as the master's convenience allows & dictates. Thank yew for yer understanding.

Seneschal Sprite, Manse Erghyo.

By Holtar Sjiimo (Sjiimo)

Monday, January 14, 2008 - 4:14 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Lunare Ves'ule
via a waft of vibrating spider-silk

Witch --

Cease yer use of magick crystals immediately and without delay. Yer perturbations of the aethereal matrix interfere with loftier pursuits than ever yew could comprehend.

Thank yew for yer kind compliance.

Yer svnt ever,

-- H.Sj.

By Lunare Ves'ule, High Wizardess of the Crystalline Towers (Lunare)

Wednesday, January 16, 2008 - 8:00 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Holtar Sjiimo
conveyed through a small shower of ice crystals

Small Person,

I perceive thou hast once again gone off thine medication. Due to my charitable nature toward those less fortunate, I shall overlook yer latest pitiful mewling. Might I suggest a soothing cup of warm hemlock tea?

Yer ever concerned colleague,

Lunare

By Holtar Sjiimo (Sjiimo)

Thursday, January 17, 2008 - 8:44 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Lunare Ves'ule
via another waft of vibrating spider-silk

Witch --

Well yew know, that hemlock aggravates my colonic protoscipiatis. I believe yew attempt an intentional insult! I must take exception.

Be wary, Witch, of becoming a nuisance at the magnitude of the Daemonologist. Already I have mentally catalogued nineteen inflictions of horror that I shall perform upon him, when once he lies prone and helpless at my feet, as is inevitable. I have not yet desired to bind and submit yew, too, to my ire. Tread not across that threshold!

In the hope that this be not our last civil commune, I offer (in my gracious and expansive generosity) an explanation to aid yer understanding of my demand. I am in the Ehtomer range, which of course is near upon to Volcanics and other such liquids metals and rocks, many of which are magickal, and all of which are crystalline. Yer endeavors are greatly disruptive to my every scrye, probe, and sense. Cease now, before I find it simpler to subdue yew than to make humble requests.

Thank yew for yer kind compliance.

Yer svnt ever,

-- H.Sj.

By Former King of Churt, Retired (Jakrog)

Sunday, March 2, 2008 - 8:12 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To: Aktimakt, High Servant of the Great Underlord,

via infinitesimally small vibrations in the air,

The times demand coordination and cooperation between our powers regarding matters of mutual interest and significance.

We have much to discuss and consider. At ewer whim, we may meet personally or I may send a less imposing representative upon his completion of a current errand.

Earnestly ewers,
Jakrog

By Former King of Churt, Retired (Jakrog)

Saturday, August 23, 2008 - 2:56 am GMT | Edit | Link |

To: Maeazebel, the Embodied Tome

via a letter delivered a thousand years past,

History must be made before it can be written. It therefore falls to us to ensure that the future cannot be unmade.

The time comes that we two should convene and address shared concerns.

Respectfully ewers,
Jakrog

By Embodied Tome, Inscribed Flesh (Maeazebel)

Tuesday, August 26, 2008 - 9:23 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

To: The Great Orc.

via Blind Worms,

Yew say the
time
comes in
deed
time all
ways
comes where shall
we convene

Maeazebel

By Former King of Churt, Retired (Jakrog)

Friday, August 29, 2008 - 5:42 am GMT | Edit | Link |

To: Maeazebel, Mistress of the Ebb and Flow

via the patter of falling rain

Let us meet at the heart of the Desert Austere, in the graveyard of the Dev'gibi-ir'hi.

I shall await ewer company with great anticipation.

Jakrog

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